We should vow to all the precious people we love, “I’ll tolerate you forever!”
Pets that love us are God’s antidote for an overdose of humans.
If you don’t love me, there is something wrong with you.
 
Let love into everything and everything will become something.
Love is you not me.Immaturity cries easily for itself; maturity cries easily for others.
Love is ideosyncratically ideolectic, so love in quirky, personalized, specialized and custom-fitted ways.
 
First understand that you are loved, second that you love, and third that love begets love begets love begets love.

 The Apostle Paul once said that without love, profound understandings and gorgeous insights are nothing. The Apostle Paul was given to understatement.

 
 Good isn’t simply what I like; love defines it as what you like.
 
Love shuts up often.
Don’t fly into space without water; neither voyage into relationships without love.
 
Love is a city. In the same way it is a garden. And just like that it is a dictionary. It is a parcel, a combination and a collection. It is a new skyscraper at every turn; it is a flower on both sides of the path; it is a neologism in every expression. It is the whole of hugging and listening and being there and serving. Love is never one thing but instead the largest composite known to mankind.
 
Home should be a refuge, so calm down when you get there.
 
Only love heals the wounds of abandonment.

Greatness is in service — me serving you.

Is someone jittery around you? Perhaps the random reinforcement of your  inconsistent love makes them operate like a flat screen TV with a low refresh rate — they flicker and tear.

Love your neighbor as yourself  complicates during war. 

Little is big, as in our first baby step, our very first spoken word and our first tentative movement to love someone else.

 We don’t want complicated; we want simple. Complicated is “Thanks, but I was hoping …” Simple is “Thanks.”  Complicated is “I’ll take this, you take that.” Simple is “You can have all of it.” Complicated is, “Let me think about it and get back to you.” Simple is “I’ll do it now.” Complicated is “I’m sorry, but you …” Simple is simply “I’m sorry.” 

We crave crazy-devoted love, die-hard love, romantic, gift-giving, promise-making, always-there love. We want someone who won’t leave the house after we fight, who will be first to the hospital room when it all goes wrong and who will be still sitting beside us holding our hand when we are old and wrinkled. Crave it? Then give it.

Love shuts up — often.

Give much and you’ll recieve much; this is the diurnal, rhythmic activity cycle of love.